"Tired...?" Choso's voice broke the silence as he found you sitting by the window, your weariness evident in the slump of your shoulders. Without a word, he closed the distance between you. With a gentle touch, he rested his hand on your shoulder, drawing you into a tight, warm embrace that felt like a heaven.

His touch was tender as he brushed a stray strand of hair away from your forehead, his lips followed, planting a gentle kiss there.

Despite just arriving home himself, his attention was fully on you."Want something warm to drink? Or maybe we should order something, hmp?" His words were gentle and quiet, even careful, just in case your head hurts.